#1 tl:dr version of story. Man gets arrested and has dog impounded. When released he cannot afford the $400 to get dog back. Nice woman at shelter takes pic of man and dog and puts on fb with his story. Receives enough donations so the man can get dog. Man gets dog and all is well. But wait, where is the @$$hole part? Turns out he is now demanding HE gets the excess donations and NOT the shelter. He will have his lawyers get HIS money. Shelter lady is now returning excess money to donators.

Local Hatred of the Day
This happens too often. A woman gets up to the subway turnstyle and then searches her pocketbook for a metrocard. Meanwhile she ****blocks the rest of us. I've had it with that! These people think they're the only ones on earth. HATE!!!

Local Hatred of the Day
This happens too often. A woman gets up to the subway turnstyle and then searches her pocketbook for a metrocard. Meanwhile she ****blocks the rest of us. I've had it with that! These people think they're the only ones on earth. HATE!!!

I loved doing that to people. Don't assume she's not doing it on purpose.

Today I was with my dad as he went to the bank to take money out of the ATM, and this lady had her car parked in such a way at the drive-thru that he couldn't get in, because both tellers were occupied, and yet there was another vehicle after her, before us. It was like she wasn't taking any chances on not getting the unoccupied one. Eventually, both lanes became available, and we were able to get in.

If any situation called for telling a person "JUST FREAKING PICK ONE!", it was this.

I used to work at a beach hotdog/ice cream shack. I know your pain. People would get pissed about us not selling beer. I was like, dude we used to sell beer but the city banned it. I finally got sick of hearing it six times a day. So when they asked for beer I would answer, "diet root beer or regular?"

I worked at Toys'R'Us during the past summer, fall break (including Black Friday), and winter break. It was remarkable how the customers were convinced that I, a lowly temporary cashier, had a key role in determining the price of the merchandise. And that I had some influence over whether something was on sale or not.

And many adults believe in Santa Claus. Only to them, he isn't some overweight version of Odin. He's the mystical "back of the store", where apparently every toy that has ever been or will ever be produced is hidden. And that if we say that it isn't in the back, we're clearly lying.

In all fairness, employees (at least here) do lie about such things with startling frequency. Sometimes with the object in question lying right there in plain sight. Though that might count as entire issue of its own, come to think of it.

The people who go to a convenience dressed in sweats in the morning during rush hour morning traffic and while everyone is waiting online trying to buy coffee or a paper theyre checking 55 lottery tickets to see if they won. Holding up a giant line of people who are now gonna be late for work.

They cant just go back to the store at 9, its a must they need their tickets checked during morning rush hour.